The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. You stood beneath the eaves of the gatehouse, your cloak heavy with water, your sword hilt slick in your grip. The city of Oakhaven was a beast of stone and shadow, its towers piercing the low, bruised sky. You were a man of the King’s Guard, a shield for the realm, yet here you stood, stripped of your insignia, stripped of your name. The High Inquisitor...

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